The disappearing tail-lights of a car, scar my psyche forever. I think about Sita, who was sent to the forest by her husband, the revered Lord Ram, because a stranger cast aspersion on her purity. She found support in a writer’s abode, who immortalized her life, in the epic he wrote – Ramayana. I think … Continue reading Blank pages
imagination is at the root of all art it can transform junk renew perspectives – yet, the reverse is not true Photo Challenge #242
lazily scanning contact lists on different fora -holiday well spent who would I like to wish and who can be dispensed with? responses measure warmth of all relationships I forgive a few maybe they are occupied - it just shows my love for them perhaps holidays are created to take stock to discard all junk … Continue reading Re-assessment
Challenge Poem after the sun departs and we are greeted by constellations or what we could see past the rising light of the city The elitists of the day go home A time of opportunities has gone down with the day But what would the night bring us? The start of a new journey and … Continue reading Goliaths of the Dark
Wisdom .... by Helene Valliant
I see your fair face peeping from yellowed pages of the drawing book you once treasured so much- to draw blue mountains in summer winter mountains call we scale through autumnal peaks not sure we’ll make it let us feel the warmth of love once again – before we leave my unstable hands flick through … Continue reading Fuyu No Yama- Winter Mountains
my thoughts
put to paper
my safe space
where sentience
becomes
more
substantive
willing exposure
deciding
to share
myself
with others
I
figure out
who
I am
The large scale of migration is unexpected, especially the ageing population. Several houses have been sold, and others up for sale, at attractive prices. It is a property dealer’s paradise, and a huge gamble at the same time. My risks are covered though. I insist that the life insurance policies they hold be charged to … Continue reading Migration
I read the same phrase for the umpteenth time “…once broken can be mended, but the crack is always there.” I’m using all my sewing skills to cover up the tear, but not sure if the frayed fabric of the relationship can be sustained. We’ve suffered the blues for long, and are now in the … Continue reading I hope
Hello, I feel very happy to announce that I have been nominated by StoryMirror for Author of the Year Awards - 2018. Now I need your support to win the title. Please visit this link : https://awards.storymirror.com/english/vote/. Go to my name -Reena Saxena (Names have been arranged alphabetically) and click on vote button. You … Continue reading Please vote
